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Apparently, the perceived lack of ethics amongst lawyers has caused a degeneration in respect towards the legal profession by the general public as is evident in the numerous lawyer jokes that are available.

hence, i get three credit points for taking a pseudo-subject called "skills ethics and research" which aims to ensure the production of skilled, ethical lawyers, who will unanimously fight against the general misconceptions withing society regarding the trustworthiness of lawyers.

NB: A recent survey of ~ 400 final year law students asked if they were incharge of adding up billing hours for an important client and the supervising partner told them to round up each subsection to the nearest 100, would they do it?

around 70% said yes.

Current Mood: cynical

Reason no. 32 Why Eli Should Not Be Studying Engineering:

THe scene:

First Thermodynamics lecture of the semester, Lecture theatre S3, sitting up the back, reading a new book ive started (Brick Lane - its quite good) since it was all just preliminary organizational blah... when all of a sudden the lecturer asks...


"Does anyone know anything about campers?"
me to Tom: "yeh! they make really cool shoes"

turns out professor was talking about the ones that act like refrigerators or something.

~sigh~

Current Mood: contemplative

only in frankston does the servo have an entire showcase of bongs for sale...

usually when im in the computer room at uni, just bumming around and checking my email...i always feel hugely guilty coz everyone else seems to be working away on important looking spreadsheets and graphics modelling programs.

today however, i just feel like a nerd because the room is basically empty - it being the first day of the semester and no assignments handed in yet.

im glad i woke up early to get to uni...my math lecturer showed up 20 min late (actually i was about 15 min late but lets not press this point) and proceeded to define a vector and scalar. of course i tuned out...and came to 30 minutes later to see some very complicated diagram of a robot arm which he was in the process of describing in vector terms.

i really have to increase my concentration span.

we had a car meeting...noone had much to say, for a change. puppy rolled up half an hour late and looked even more lost than usual. we are avoiding the word England bc the car did not do so well there. only came out of customs on the second day of the comp (apparently there were explosives in the container) and then there was a flat battery in the endurance. RMIT creamed everyone(thats for you esther) and got quite a few pounds for it.

the highlight of my day though, was discovering that i am going to get 3 credit points for a law subject...the principle purpose of which, is to reduce the number of lawyer jokes.

yes. its a module on ethics, through which they hope to make us undergrads ethical and thereby reinstate the respectability of the legal profession.

does anyone else find this amusing?

Current Mood: amused

i have insomnia and i dont know why.

its six am in the morning and i have been lying awake for about an hour. finally gave up on sleep and now here i am.
(once again esther, my buddy list misses you).
yes..i am fully aware that many people begin their days at 6 am, taking a healthy jog around the park or such...

i, however am not one of those people and would prefer to be off and away in the Land of the Sleeping Elis. but it is not to be...and rather than you know, do something constructive like afore mentioned jog around the park, i went online.

im trying to remember the last time i was up at this hour and failing miserably. tomorrow though, i have an 8am start (they should be illegal) so i may actually have to see this again.

of course tomorrow, when i actually have to get up, i will be fast asleep and end up snoozing for 45 min.

~yawn~

Current Mood: awake

devarim 1:13 "Anashim"

although admittedly, i like the first better because it is harder to cast off as a mentality of the times and is less open to apologetics.

i do feel like this could develop to be a fascinating topic.
i am fully aware that it may only be me that thinks so.

so i was woken up at about 8;40 am this morning, by my father.

bit of a shock to the system for two reasons:

1. i had work at 8;45 after being on hols for two weeks. - completed the quickest ever jump out of bed, teeth brush and car key panic...ended up taking my mothers car and getting there at 8;55 (lucky its a three min drive). i did set my alarm. i just forgot to turn it on.

2. at time of being woken up, i was in the midst of a dream about me having twins girls. well, actually id already had them  (i spent most of the labor abusing the dr/midwife (not sure) about the fact that they were incompetent and for giving me an epidural without my permission. it mustve worked though bc the labor was quite painless.). at time of waking, the twins were actually two months old. i hadnt however, got around to naming them - one of them was going to be dafna - i have no idea where that came from (not that i have that much idea where the rest of this came from)- but i hadnt decided which and kept forgetting the name i wanted to give the second one.  i was also in a bit of trouble from the dr, who wasnt impressed that i hadnt been feeding the twins every half an hour as you should.  basically...i was a bad bad mother.  oh. and there was no husband in the vicinity but noone seemed too perturbed that i was a single mum. definite Virgin Mary possiblities (Esther, you saw her move, i was her!)

Interpreters, feel free to have a field day.

after all that, work was ok - someone else had set up for me, and i got there in time for my nine o'clock class. didnt drown any kids or even come close to strangling them and parents stayed away. the highlight (?) however, was my boss (joan...for those of you whos ears still ring from her words of encouragement?!?!) telling me she had started cleaning out her life and had found this beautiful, just-above-the-ankle-length skirt in purple linen...that she thinks would fit me 'beautifully'.  any recommendations for tactful rejection are welcome.

then i aquiesced to taking my brother to pick up his new suit - really, it was only to assuage my guilty conscience for making my parents suspect that he is a drunkard...it was too funny though-

enter the car key search

after an hour and a half of looking EVERYWHERE including intensive backtracking worthy of  CSI (the case of the missing keys. now that would make entertaining reality tv), peering through the windows of my car to make sure i hadnt left the keys in there - even though the drivers door wont lock from teh inside-, and finally, cleaning up my room...i discovered they were in my handbag that had fallen into my underwear drawer, sometime between friday and today. go figure.

since i was feeling responsible (look they were in my handbag and not the freezer), i decided to go to officeworks (only coz you get a supermarket trolley) to go stationary shopping for uni...so that i could avoid last semesters floating papers (which never had a chance) and exercise books which disappear the day before you start studying for  exams.

i dont think i have a chance though. i should just give up and bask in the darkness of  my irresponsibility

Current Mood: resigned to my fate
Current Music: last nite i had the strangest dream

Radio National ~ 8:15pm

"Fishing is the closest Australians can get to Zen Buddhism"

1. windscreen wipers and that spray thingy are not an effective way of removing bird poo from the windscreen - it just relocates it to the side. and then if you think about it, your whole windscreen is now bird pooed.
and the wipers.

just dont park the car under a tree

procrastinating going into uni... yes, im still on holidays...but in my infinite generosity i offered to help out 'the boys' with the car project (am doing an elective project, the object of which is to build a race car - feel free to visit the website and rack up the counter, because we fear noone else does- www.personal.monash.edu.au/~fsae-). but you know when you offer things...and then all of a sudden you realise that that means you have to do something? well, im there at the moment. supposedly i have been researching a breakthrough method of analyzing the moment of inertia of a sprocket and chain system. well, ive found out what a sprocket is, so thats cool. however, it seems that the chain, rotates and translates, about three different axis so i am not sure (ok...not a clue) how to do it. clearly, procrastinating is not going to really help...but hey...weve already established me and reality have issues. so blame it on that.

Current Mood: uhoh
Current Music: i dont wanna work...i just wanna bang on the drums all day

so i have recently come to the conclusion that i have a strange inability to face reality. this epiphany was prompted by the realisation that i cannot, in fact, actually remember the last time i honestly said goodbye to someone.

ok. that doesnt sound so weird uness you consider the amount of people - in the past two years at least- that i have actually had to farewell, among which are some of my closest friends.

i mean, i said bye...but it never progressed in my mind to Goodbye ie. we-are-separating-and-i-am-not-going-to-see-you-for-a-very--if-ever--long-time.

im assuming it is a protective mechanism, because the truth is, goodbyes are just too bloody painful, but i wonder just how helpful it is, given that at times i think i actually inhabit a parallel universe of Eli's Fantasy World. At other times, i just feel like i feel (does that make sense) numb, or just coasting in the real world.

so i hereby resolve to do something that makes me wild happy, sad, peaceful and indulged. probably not all at the same time.

Parshat Pinchas, 27:4 "Ki ein lo ben"

is there anything as frustrating as ruining one nail just as you walk out of the manicurist?

it is a tough life we lead...

i received yet another driving complement today...in the form of a taxi driver at the petrol station "you need more practice honey".
this was after i tried to reverse (why do i get myself in these situations? should take a lesson from my mother and just travel around the block) park my car next to the pump...without knocking over the pump or any pedestrians (extra points for the elderly)...whilst the taxi driver waited to park his car in the one in front.
and waited
and waited.
and about three people began to help me out.

for the record...other comments were
" next time get your license from the rice bubbles box instead of the cornflaxes"
"bloody female volvo driver"(this was vocally declared by a porsche driver...i reversed into. note: if youre going to reverse into something, try a pole. theyre much more friendly). sadly the volvo is now deceased...due to another incident involving a right hand turn and a questionably orange traffic light. i have been told however, that my driving style still persists.

hmmm.
first entries are quite intimidating. feeling all this pressure to be simaltaneously profound and amusing.
am going to stuff both (since all previous efforts have made me cringe- not a good omen i do believe)
and will just suffice with a "hello"